I need to get this out of my system.

[mrv3000]

Okay, okay. One more thing for elismor...




The Chief watched the blur of motion in front of him - pilots scrambling into Vipers, deck crew prepping them for launch and then running through their post-launch checklists. They had no clue. No idea.

He was a toaster.

And not the good kind that defrosted, warmed and had a bagel setting either. No, he was a Cylon. But there was something else. Something he hadn't even mentioned to his other...his other what? Comrades? Traitors? Fellow toasters?

It was two words. Two words that had followed him throughout his life. Two words that kept turning over and over in his mind. He knew now they had to have some sort of significance - that they were important. Very important. And as the last Viper left for the launch bay, he muttered them under his breath.

"Bad Wolf."



*RUNS LIKE HELL*

Comments

[havocthecat]

*dies of giggle*

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Poor Elis. The only way this could have gone down worse is if "Bad Wolf" *had* been involved. :D

[splash-the-cat.livejournal.com]

You are a mean, horrible person.

I like that about you.

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

I mock because I love...

[beck-liz.livejournal.com]

*snicker* You are EVIL.

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Ain't I a stinker?

[kammgirl.livejournal.com]

So wrong. I am still in a kind of daze from BSG.

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Awwww. *pats*

[chiroho.livejournal.com]

"Bad Wolf."

Are you sure? Could it have been "malus lupus"?? Or "drwg blaidd"???

Either way, as soon as the words formed in his mind, the Chief heard voices right behind him.

"Hello there. Having a spot of bother with the circuits inside your head?"

"Doctor! You said you weren't going to say anything about that!"

"Oh well, have to start somewhere, don't you? Now, how about a bit of a sonic tune-up? Is now a good time?"

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

BWAH!!!!!!!!

[elismor.livejournal.com]

I am not even going to dignify this with a response.

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

I keep expecting you to one day fly out, force diavestra to drive you down in the minivan (after *very* detailed discussions about everything from gas prices to if her car can be labeled a "minivan," and three breaks for bathroom and snacks), ring the doorbell and soundly smack the crap out of me.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I THINK I MIGHT LOVE YOU LIKE PIE.

Also. The Doctor saved Jake, so this makes PERFECT SENSE.

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

OOOH. PIE STATUS! :D

[nique.livejournal.com]

Here on lyssie's command.

Bwaha. Of course. That explains everything.

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Doesn't it though? :D

[daera23.livejournal.com]

Priceless!

No where is Captain Jack? ;)

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Jack's running through his *own* checklist of "shagged" and "not shagged." And while he figured out who was a Cylon and who wasn't a long time ago, he really doesn't care... :D

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

You're a very bad influence. *goes off to write Captain Jack/Kara/Anders*

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

HA! And you *know* that Jack would just laugh at all their emo angst...

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Jack: I am here for the sex!
Kara: Good.
Sam: ...I'll just go, then--
Jack: No! Both of you. Naked, now.
Kara: What, not even a please?

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

BWAH!!

[daera23.livejournal.com]

now how did you just put - Kara / Sammy / Jack into my mind? oh the fun that could be had!

[siryn99.livejournal.com]

That is too funny. *g*

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

*G*